The Pawtuxet General™

The Pawtuxet General | Episode 3

November 19, 2021 Jess Watts Season 1 Episode 3
The Pawtuxet General™
The Pawtuxet General | Episode 3
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Greetings, again, from Pawtuxet Village, Rhode Island!  In this episode: we'll chat about Celery3 (Pronounced celery cubed), a delicious "mock"tail, for the less alcohol inclined, and present the 3rd chapter of "The House on the Corner: The Ghost in the Radio." 

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Greetings! Welcome in! You're right on time for the Pawtuxet General. Your podcast for all things"Pawtuxet-ish." I am your host, Jess. We have so much planned, this episode. Our special recipe, today, is a "Celery Cubed." Our special drink is a lemon-ginger mocktail, and tonight's episode of "The House on the Corner" is "Ghost in the Radio!" But, first and most importantly, I would like to thank our most recent

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A cold poem:

Geese honk repeatedly, as they soar overhead. Dry, rustling leaves tumble by. Bunnies are hiding. It's a cold and windy day. Today's recipe is "celery cubed." I love celery. I always have. Other kids wanted chicken noodle soup. I wanted cream of celery. My favorite Thanksgiving dish, my mom's braised celery. Fast forward to my late thirties, in a local farmer's market; I come across a root-vegetable that looks like a brain. I ask what it is, and the person says celeriac and suggests that I smell the top cut end. It had the most dramatic, pungent celery scent. It was heavenly. I decided to make a soup like my childhood favorite cream or celery, only packed with so much celery flavor. Nobody could deny, it was the best for this recipe.

You're going to need:

One whole celeriac, one whole celery, three cloves of garlic, one onion, celery leaves, a mirapois of vegan stock, salt and pepper, olive oil and cream. Using a sturdy peeler or a fillet knife. Remove the skin of the celeriac. Cut into one inch cubes, then, clean and cut the celery into one inch pieces. Chop the garlic and onions, finely, then saute the garlic, onions and celery until they're slightly softened. Add the Mariposa stock, the celery leaves, salt, pepper and chopped celeriac. Simmer until soft, then, add cream, while stirring. Turn off the heat and continue stirring for two minutes. Serve with celery leaves, as a garnish. The best cream soup, ever! Enjoy!

And, now our special mocktail:

Sometimes, when you're having a heavy cream-based meal, you might crave something a little bit lighter, to cleanse the palate. This is my favorite current mocktail.

You will need:

A tall glass ice, fresh ginger, one lemon, and seltzer water. So, first, zest the lemon into a glass. Grate or slice fresh ginger skins and all into the glass and muddle with the lemons, juice, and ice and seltzer, to top. Stir twice. Enjoy on Thanksgiving or a hot day... or a hot Thanksgiving;). I want to tell you about my friend, Mike, and his electromagnetic pinball museum and restoration arcade. It's an all inclusive place to relax and share anything related to modern pinball and pinball and arcade games. A group of pinball and arcade fans with an addiction to games of all kinds and Lego too.$10 gets you free play on pinball and arcade games, all day. You can find them at 881 Main Street, Pawtucket, Rhode Island or online at www.electromagneticpinballmuseum.com And now, it's

time for the latest edition of our story:

"The House on the Corner." Tonight's episode, "Ghost in the Radio." For Christmas of my 14th year, I asked for a boom box. I was adamant, it had to have two cassette players and a radio so that I could make mix tapes. My parents were daunted at such a purchase but agreed, if I did the research on which was the best to buy, I could have it. So, dad and I went to the William Hall Library and looked up reviews for different boomboxes. We compared and contrasted, until we found what we thought was the best choice. This took a week, and I mention this, and the perfect silver facade, with good speakers that used AC or DC, because... I LOVED it. I kept it clean. I mastered its timing mixed tapes off the radio airwaves, with no chatter from DJs. This piece was freedom. I would leave it on, while I was reading in my room. From time to time, I'd leave to get a snack or go to the bathroom and come back to find static playing on the radio. I did not find this strange, at first, perhaps I'd bumped it, before I left the room. But, as time went on, the static would be louder or gibberish would come out like channels would overlap and change, while fluctuating into a racket that would make me turn off the radio.[strange radio noises] This never happened anywhere else, and, I mean, anywhere. I took this, every place I went. All of my friends recognized me, carrying it about town, while I skated on the street; out back, doing bike jumps. I mean, I worked jobs, just for batteries. But at twilight in my room, I thought little about it, chalking it up to planes or interference from power lines. There were bigger things to be scared of. One afternoon, my sister and I were hanging out in my room, listening to music. We were chatting and laughing and not really paying attention to the music, until it was gone. We stared at the radio in disbelief. We had been listening to JB 105, and now the dial was way down in the nineties, on static-fire, and I froze for what seemed like forever. While the Sun set the windows behind us, quickly glancing at each other, we both moved towards it and shut it off. I quipped, Wow, that was weird. And we both laughed nervously. As the older sibling, when things started to get too scary for me, I would step in and try to lighten the mood with some light banter I did so, that day. I asked what she had for lunch at school and the radioturned itself back on.[static noises] We JUMPED! I must have bumped it, I said, I unplug it and ask B what she drew at school. She is wary, but relaxes into conversation again. I should mention I had no batteries at this time and we both knew it, having used them, roller skating. I would always remove used batteries afraid of them leaking acid inside. We were sure. So we started talking about a magazine I had bought and the radio came on, again. We were shocked. We were looking straight at it as the dial and the knob on top moved, independently. I reached forward and grabbed the Knob. B and I both scream [screams] as it moves, under my hand, and I'm not strong enough to stop it. I flip over the radio to get to the back of the battery door, pulling it open and find... nothing; just like my sister and I, both, know to be true. We back away from a bed, eyes as big as plates And, then the sun was fully down and darkness crawled along the third floor. We fled, downstairs, as fast as we could. We made supper, watched TV, and didn't talk about the radio, again, that night. From then on, I left it plugged-in It was just easier to believe in power surges. Thank you for listening to "The House on the Corner. I hope that you have enjoyed this week's episode and if you have any ghost stories, local Pawtuxet info, or some silly anecdote you might want to share, Please be encouraged to reach out to us. Our email is jess@pawtuxetgeneral.com. We can't wait to hear from you. Prerecorded in Pawtuxet.